Bright and early for the daily race
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had.
I do find it hard to tell anyone these days.
teeters on the way home, the cable of your mp3 players on the tulip, and I remember those tulip vases in the Rijksmuseum in Amsterdam, which reminded me of the suction cups of aliens.
I will later when I remember those days, a reminder of the openness? The importance of space for people who should find it really the only limitation in mind.
And when I finally start to the dump orgies, the blogroll enthusiasms, the green jelly tubs, the hitchhiker century summers in multiple locations?
people run in circles. Children waiting for the day they feel good.
chat with you about childhood memories, recurrent soft toys and identities, opening up new old rooms, no regrets and the freedom that arises from limited in those walls, the food for the eyes and soul. Activism opens up the space feeling of community. And this too rarely asked question, which we (would) prefer to bathe / t / n. Sit and listen
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I'm my crack of sunlight.
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